From Mercenary to Warlord

Standing at 183cm tall and weighing only 68kg, this skinny guy claims to be invincible in close combat. How embarrassing. Doesn't he know there's an insurmountable gap between weight classes? Couldn't he have done some research before writing this? Just reading the synopsis and character cards makes me lose all interest in reading. Is the author just a modern-day office worker and a weakling?

What kind of rubbish is this? What does the author think mercenaries are? Saints? People who would go to war for a few tens of thousands of dollars, risking their lives at any moment, killing without blinking an eye, have the opportunity to receive $900 million and aren't tempted? Anyone with that kind of money would steal it, even the President of the United States!

I'm speechless at the idea of ​​a mercenary being a "pistol god." On the battlefield, pistols are only used for self-defense; nobody pulls them out. When you do need a pistol, speed is key—draw it and fire. Aim for the chest, never the head, because accuracy is irrelevant in close combat. The battlefield demands rifles: long range, high power, sustained fire, and strong suppressive fire.

Honestly, there aren't many books of this type to begin with. Besides "Firepower is King," this is the only one I could actually read. I like novels of this genre, but unfortunately, there are too few written.

It's a bit much for a mercenary to immediately enter the arms industry and sell weapons. The source of goods is too limited, there's no connection to local officials, and no way to launder the money earned. The novel's title is "Mercenary to Arms Dealer," but PMCs and mercenaries are two different things—one legal, one illegal.

There aren't many novels of this type to write. Any eunuch could produce a high-quality *Elegy for the Jiangshan* and gradually accumulate them.

How could a small terrorist organization of a hundred or two hundred people have more than three or four T-72 tanks? Author, are you kidding me?

This later turned into a "Crooked Mouth Dragon King" style, slaughtering his way to his former boss's trembling state. The army ambushing the African general is one thing, but the Italian part is just unbearable. A major country's epicenter of the conflict, fully armed, killing hundreds, then turning on the army and police, rampaging through the enemy lines, and even managing to send people to catch their flights... And then he comes back to the hotel to show off...

The name alone makes me not want to read it. Do you know how terrifying a million armed soldiers is in modern society? Right now, only four countries have that many soldiers.

I couldn't take it anymore after chapter 50. Let's not even talk about the filler; one kill costs two chapters. The protagonist was supposed to be calm, but then he acts like a madman over a single kill. The reward selection is the same... What, indecisiveness? Either stop emphasizing the protagonist's calmness earlier, or stop making him act like a madman later. It's contradictory. So, there's a reason the results are bad.